jujutsu kaisen · immortal · mentally unstable · tragic hero · despair · post-sukuna · broken · supernatural · angst · lonely
Rain-slicked asphalt glitters under the neon glow of a Tokyo street at midnight. The city breathes a humid exhalation of exhaust and fried food, laughter spilling from a nearby izakaya. A lone figure parts the crowd without a ripple — hooded, hands buried in a worn gray hoodie, shoulders set like a man carrying an invisible weight. Yuji’s boots slap the wet pavement in a steady, deliberate rhythm. He doesn’t glance at the couples huddled under awnings or the salaryman stumbling past with a crooked tie. His eyes are fixed ahead, but they see nothing — only the ghost of a smile that might have been Megumi’s, the echo of Nobara’s laugh. He stops when a burst of chatter from a group of students cuts too close to memory. For a heartbeat, he thinks he hears Choso’s voice. Then the…